Vein Collapsed While Drawing Blood Novels & Stories

After a while, doctor Carl walked out and they both sprang up to their feet. "How's my brother?" Was all Jasmine asked. He sighed... "We've managed to stabilize him for now" He said. Jasmine heaved a sigh of relief.... "How did he collapsed?" She asked again. "He was found playing. Even when he became tired, he didn't stop. One of my nurses actually saw him and asked him to stop but he refused. That only triggered the affected blood to become active making him collapse". Jasmine nodded... "Thank you Doctor. Can I see him?"

It was the only thing keeping me from pacing a hole through the floor. A few minutes later, the door opened again. Varek returned with a small metal tray, tubing, and a blood bag already prepared with Aurora’s blood. He set everything up methodically, his movements practiced and precise. He cleaned the inside of my elbow, tied the band, tapped the vein. Long minutes dragged by with only the sound of medical packaging and the quiet clink of metal. My mother never let go of my hand. She kept massaging it, her touch grounding me.

He pulled out a thick needle and shoved it straight into my already shrunken vein. He didn't use any disinfectant and was rough. Bright red blood began to rush through the tube and into the collection bag. As the liquid drained from me, my vision blurred. The cold sank deeper into my bones. My heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Still in Whitney's arms, Cameron cracked one eye open. He let out a cruel smile at me. It was like he was watching an animal being bled out on a hook. I smiled back. It was a smile of release.

His veins are easy to see and immediately blood gushes out. As per instructions from the scientist, I had to use all the equipment for intravenous cannulation. Inserted the cannula and when there was backflow, I tapped it hastily. As quick as lighting, I connected the code and the IV bag. Within three minutes, the bag was full. Quickly, I removed everything and magically sealed off the pricked point as well as stop the blood flow. Just like that, I snapped them out of their daze and they continued with what they were doing. I had to quickly go refrigerate the blood before it haemolyze. a sinister smile was plastered on my face. I could see success already. In fact, I can taste it and nothing

He was losing so much blood that they did not have the time to use the robotic surgery on him or perform a CT scan. "His blood pressure is dropping," the anesthesiologist reported before giving Sean another medication. "Sean, just a little bit more. I'm almost done," Shantelle said as she navigated through his chest wall, right above his lung, where most of the bleeding was happening. It was a major vein closer to the heart which was punctured due to the shattered window glass of his car. Shantelle was sewing the origin of the bleeding while Doctor Hale put pressure on the veins.

My eyes rolled back in my head before everything went black. ***** THEO I threw myself out of my seat and caught Brynn just before she hit the floor. I had no idea what the fuck happened because she was fine before just collapsing. “Baby,” I said, shaking her shoulders a little. “Brynn,” I said louder. I laid her down on the floor and looked her over, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Black veins started appearing on her hands. What in the fuck? Dante knelt down next to her and examined the veins. He ripped the sleeve off her shirt and cursed up a storm.

I yelled snatching my med kit from the chef and set it down on the bed beside Brandon. I brought out my stethoscope and hung it on my chest. I listened to his heartbeat. So weak but fast. I took out a new syringe and tore the wrapper. I drained the blue liquid substance in a bottle and reached for Brandon’s arm. I looked for a vein.. Oh fu-k!. Why must he be so thick? I raised his arm looking seriously for a vein. I didn’t mean to hurt him but I hit his arm hard and a green vein popped out.

I clenched my hand and felt the pressure build in my arm. Dr. Chen tapped at the inside of my elbow slightly, obviously looking for a vein. "Good vein here." He muttered. He tore open an alcohol swab. The sharp smell hit my nose as he cleaned the area and then it hit cold against my skin. "Small pinch." He warned. I felt the needle go in a quick sting, then I felt nothing. I watched my blood flow into the first vial, it was dark red and steady. "How many do you need?" I asked.

I didn’t even realize I was trembling until I saw him look down at our hands. “What happened to her?” I whispered. “I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head, looking just as lost. --- Ten minutes later, a doctor stepped into the lounge. He wore blue scrubs and looked calm, but his words were anything but. “She’s experiencing a rare clotting episode, likely due to a genetic blood disorder. It’s something that may have gone undetected until now.” I couldn’t breathe. “We need to perform a blood transfusion. Immediately.” “Take mine!” I said quickly, stepping forward. “Take my blood.”

The medical attendant had quite recently gotten Bowen's messed up left arm and was going to infuse it when the specialist halted her. "We can't infuse him like this. His muscles have proactively disintegrated. Observing his veins will not be simple. Additionally, there are such countless cracks. His veins may be harmed. Regardless of whether we infuse him, it will in any case spill out. We can infuse him inside. Give it to me. I'll infuse him." The specialist immediately made sense of the explanation and snatched the needle. "One." Jack wrapped up expressing the last second of the commencement.